Those avaricious mirrors pillage light
from beauty's royal vaults: you queenly meet
but plundered portraits posed to swindle sight,
while ravaged aspects swear they stand replete.
Consult them least for clarity or creeds.
Regard within: your syllabus of needs.
No surer school shall self-esteem attend
or graduate, degrees hard-won, conferred
with honors from experience - yours to lend,
while lesser students stay their grades, deterred,
deceived by faulty faculties, their eyes
like truant pupils loathe to read (by choice).
Reclaim this kingdom. Knowing soul, apprise
yourself through earnest deeds and honest voice.
Mirrors Avaricious © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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14 lines. Sonnet form. Shakespeare Inspiration quote ("To thine own self be true.") prompt challenge - link:
Submitted: December 7, 2019